Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.